Sketchbook  Triolet

 

Hortensia Anderson, US Dawn Triolet Along a path I stroll at dawn a priestess appeared from a dream she turned into a spotted fawn along a path I stroll at dawn then suddenly I stood upon a field of violets by a stream along a path I stroll at dawn a priestess appeared from a dream.     Dusk Triolet At dusk, the field seemed almost blue— your lilies folded in light sleep I dreamed at your wake, you woke too at dusk, the field seemed almost blue the moon hidden behind a yew though rivers ran so dark and deep at dusk, the field seemed almost blue your lilies folded in light sleep.

 

 

 

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